Heroes of Might and Magic: My Skeletons Really Aren't Undead

[Fantasy + wild imagination + undead summoning + fallen kingdom's prince + goofy and anti-cliche]

Question: What's it like to transmigrate into a fantasy world as a prince?

Answer: Thanks for asking. My country was just destroyed, and I barely made it to a frontier town.

If you think this is going to be a power fantasy where I wield a divine weapon in one hand, have a beauty on the other, and crush everyone under the heavens, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.

Because

When I transmigrated, I was an idiot, lost in a daze.

Literally. I couldn't talk or walk, and I couldn't even control my drool.

For sixteen years, I was little more than a human-shaped background prop, surviving thanks to a maid who fed me and wiped my face.

At long last, my mind cleared, only for me to discover that I came with a whole cemetery of undead. The skeleton soldiers I summon don't smell like the undead and won't scare little kids to tears. Well, actually, they still do.

I wanted to improve myself, protect those around me, and live out my days in peace. But the enemy kingdom chased me relentlessly, forcing me to flee for my life.

Send me 50, and watch me strike back.